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Dr Tiffani Angus @tiffaniangus.bsky.social · 1h

Got a request to do a book’s layout but the person used AI to help with research, for “rigor and consistency in later drafts” & as a “copyediting aid” but that the book itself is their “own work”. Sigh. No it’s not. You had a bot hold your hand, using all the stolen work it was built from. No.

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 4h

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Nigel changed after his run in with the vampires. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

“What about his assistant?”

“Poor Archie Fogg! Already cremated. We ought to have done a post-mortem really, but his family was being difficult, so the captain didn’t push it.”

“Why not?” demanded Corine.

“Well, mostly because it’s normally Nigel who does the autopsies and he’s in no condition to work! I don’t reckon anyone else fancied poking a scalpel into the lad’s guts. So unless you’re volunteering…”

“Too late if they've already burned him,” snapped Corine. “What else does Nigel say?”

“Said it’s fine and to let them go, which is a bit strange. He’s been acting odd since he woke up, but I suppose a head injury will do that to you.”

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 4h

Something broke Damien's wrist, but Lilia's convinced it wasn't Nico's fault, no matter what her skeleton of a brother thinks. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Magic in Our Bones🦴🏈

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I sit inside the admin office with Nico and Azura, waiting to
talk to the vice principal about what happened with Damien. The chairs are hard and plastic, and I'm feeling every bit of them as a physical discomfort to match my mental state.

What the hell just happened?

Nico's staring at his hands, like they're going to give him answers. The fact is, there's no way Nico has the strength to do anything to Damien. Sure, his glamoured form is bigger than Damien's glamoured form, but he's literally skin and bones minus the skin. No matter what muscle tone Damien's faking to look the part of quarterback, he's actually working out with the guys, throwing that ball, no matter how ineptly.

Or at least he was. With a broken wrist, he's not going to be
working out with the team any time soon. The only good news is that the season's over, and he'll have plenty of time to recover before his senior year. Still, it's never good for a player to sustain this kind of INJURY. He was screaming at us about losing possibilities for college.

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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @elizabethtitus.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

💫 Look for the light coming through the cracks of this crumbling empire 💫 🌪️🌊 #climatefiction 🌲 #rewilding 🌬️ #mindfulness 🔮 #magic 🌊 #tarot 🎃 Coming Oct 20, 2026 GR: www.goodreads.com/book/show/257008812-light-after-the-fall SG: app.thestorygraph.com/books/eb07b027-9ba5-471a-915d-ccd31838a01f

"Light After the Fall: an adventure in transcending the post-apocalypse" by Iza Krendl Titus
a river winds through a colorful landscape toward a colorful dusk sky with hopeful star
a tarot Fool figure holds a lantern on a cliff in foreground, symbolizing the tarot-themed journey in my debut novel

#ClimateFiction #clifi #indigenousfuturism #hopepunk #Portland #PDX #booksky #writingcommunity #writesky #ComingsSoon #bookrelease #debutnovel

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

September 30th – guard Conveniently, this picks up pretty much where yesterday left off! They probably should have just left the barefoot and hooded woman alone… #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Don’t be stupid.” Se’ul rolled his eyes. “We need to go.”
M’iol sighed. “Very well. You’re no fun, you know that?” Turning back to the girl one last time, he bent down and looked into her eyes. “Still, it’s a shame. Pretty thing like this, just going to rot in that tower for the rest of her life.”
At that, the woman leaned forward, ever so slightly, so that her lips touched his.
The guard seemed pleasantly surprised for a moment, returning the kiss willingly, but then it turned into something else. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him fast as he began to struggle, trying to pull away.
T’orrin watched, too stunned to even react, as the man’s struggle weakened and finally stopped. M’iol slumped against her, and she stepped back, letting him fall to the floor.
Se’ul shook himself and took a step towards the woman, drawing his blade. She turned and raised her hand, waving it almost dismissively. A flash of light arced between them, and the guard dropped to the ground.
She strolled over to the fallen man, pulled him up, and placed her mouth over his. This time, T’orrin didn’t mistake it for a kiss. It was closer to a bite, like she was consuming something, drawing it out of him.

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #guard While seeking their companion Virgil, Cerel and Rushak discover a hidden tower. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

Their two mares stood close together, ears
pricked, watching from a prudent distance. Cerel smiled at their GUARDED curiosity. He turned again and let Rush lead him around the structure. Both were
chilled from the wet that was everywhere, in their sodden clothes, dripping from moss and vines, pooling beneath their feet.

"It must have been greatcycles since anyone's been here, possibly more than a dozen ... Karth!" A twig slapped his face with a sharp sting.

"Sorry," Rush coughed.

"You know, we won't even get in," Cerel said, struggling through briars. "There's no chance Virge is here." Rush shoved his way ahead as if he had not heard.

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

G'morning #WIPSnips! Milly and some of the gang in the middle of a *situation* here. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Val runs towards Ignacio, kneeling on the floor beside the stricken student. He puts his hand on the wound and closes his eyes, whispering words I can’t hear. Not that I’m paying all that much attention at the moment as more hornets seem to be coming from everywhere. I look up and see that half the windows, above the protective first floor metal barrier, are open to let air in.
“When did this start?” I ask the two guardian girls as I move to keep vigil over Val to swat away any hornets that make it through the defences.
“Minute ago!” Christine barks without looking around. Good, keeping attention on the threat is good.
“Went straight for Ig!” Galilah adds on. Ig? Hmm. Not important right now.
One hornet does indeed make it through the defences by coming straight down from the ceiling above Val while both girls have their attention swatting aside other hornets. I intercept it mid-divebomb with a swipe of my talons, and pieces go flying away.
“This is too open, we need cover!” I nearly shout at Val even though he’s right next to me.

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Andrew Bruce-Lockhart @andrewbrucelockhart.co.uk · 30/09/2026

The #WIPSnips word for September 30th is "guard" A close-ish short one from Atlas Rising Rourke vs making an entrance #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

So here he sat, waiting for his cue, guarded and held back until the right moment. Like that troublesome uncle at a wedding whose arrival makes everyone just a little uncomfortable.

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mk 🦔 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 22h

From the first draft of CultWIP. Callix's POV. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts

“Good morning, Dalton,” he said as he passed the guard standing at the front door. “Lovely day we're having, isn't it?”

Dalton's eyes shifted only slightly to acknowledge Callix's presence. Otherwise, he was stiff, unmoving. “She's been waiting for you,” he said.

“Thank you, Dalton. I'm aware.” As he entered the base, a sharp pain shot through his skull, and he winced against the light. The smooth, polished white walls and tile floors were shot through with veins of gold, which caught the rays of the sun that shimmered through dozens of gilded windows thrown wide open to let the sun goddess breathe life into the building. Chandeliers dripping crystals were set in intervals, further brightening the place. Every surface was polished, pristine, meant to reflect S'kekshayra's light into every corner and cast out all the deep shadows.

Callix would do anything for shadows right now. His head was pounding insistently like a countdown, warning him it was about to explode. He felt like he was going to vomit again, and wouldn't that be the perfect finishing touch to his endless list of fuck-ups he was sure General Alveris was going to recite to him.

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Isaac ⚔ Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · 21h

I should have used this for #WIPSnips "prime" a few days ago, but here, have it now!

“NO!” Alexander shouted; “don’t—” and he sprung to a crouch upon the seat; “KLEIN!” he shrieked, as he dove out the window in an explosion of lids, gloves, and fripperies—tossed the precious box he’d borne so carefully from Lincoln’s Inn Fields straight up in the air, drew his sword, and cut the man’s hand, all before landing on his feet in guardia prima.

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TL Morganfield @stitchingfiend.bsky.social · 20h

Today's word is "Guard". This is just a few paragraphs after yesterday's snip. Olivia contemplates her impressions of Mextli. #weirdwestern #wipsnips #writesky #writingprompts #writingcommunity #Aztec

Then there was Mextli. His smell filled her head with images of glowing turquoise hummingbirds streaking among fully bloomed, sun-soaked honeysuckle bushes, but under that was another smell, tangy and coppery like blood and suggested a single word: tlatlacolli. Which was strange, because the smells had never so clearly spoken to her in actual language. What it meant, she had no clue, but she recognized it as a Nahuatl word, the same as Mextli and Xolotl’s names. Undoubtedly, she read it somewhere in her father’s manuscript—back when she could still read books on her own—and had since forgotten what it meant. Nonetheless, she was intrigued. As for Mextli’s emotions, they were carefully regulated and rational, like a military general, but occasionally something would flash, something primal and hungry, and it filled her with a sense of dread, like she’d just spied a vampire watching her from the darkened corner of a crypt. That was disconcerting enough on its own, but even more so was her own unexpectedly exhilarated reaction to it. For so many years now, had anyone looked insider her soul, they would have seen she’d cast wards around her heart after the impulses of a dark and dangerous man had immolated all her foolish sense of romanticism, so it troubled her to know that very same heart could so easily forget caution. She generally had a good grasp on who people were—and whether she should have Ramon deal with them on her behalf—within the first minute of a conversation, and yet an hour in Mextli’s company had not clarified anything. It was as if the man had dual personalities, and while one was clearly quite trustworthy and kind, the other…. She sensed its presence only a few times but it was clearly distrusting of her. Sometimes even hostile. Perhaps like Niyol, Mextli could sense that she could sense him emotionally, and while Niyol’s reaction was to guard against it, Mextli’s reaction was to challenge it.

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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 19h

#WIPSnips sure... realise you're in love in chapter four, asshole, i wasn't trying to build to a big realisation or anything...

She wiped a hand across her face, rubbing hard at her eyes.

“I’m going to find whoever is risking you,” she set the warm hand against his face and he felt that sensation go through his whole body. “And I’m going to murder them. You need to know that, Tobias.”

He raised his eyes to hers.

He had loved her since she had held his hand while his leg was stitched. As she stared into his eyes and stroked his hair, he wondered if it was possible to command his body the way she did, to want to kill on his behalf, without loving him.

If I die with no other woman even knowing my name I’d be fine. But her? I want her to love me with a ferocity and need I barely comprehend. But…

What if she was just bored out of her mind? What if it was just loneliness from the loss of a bosom friend?

Guarding his heart had been a lost cause for years, but perhaps he could guard his dignity.

She yawned behind her hand.

And he looked at her glove-encased fingers.

“Bed or shopping then, darling mistress?”

Her smile was a reward in itself. He felt a wobbling affinity with the title. He was certainly not master of his own heart, desire, or safety. She was mistress of all.

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Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 16h

#WIPSnips Grilled and Garlic are looking at an alchemy book when they meet an unexpected visitor. A certain woman who snuck in, invisible, and made herself visible to make a deal with the boys... (this woman is Cookie, btw. This is her introductory scene)

Welcome to the Good Thyme Inn

“We’d love to have a Shroud potion, but we need a Lost potion first. Can you make that one?”
She nodded vigorously. “Oh yes! I brewed one not long ago for myself. This part of Aloutia is a good place to brew Lost. The ingredients are plentiful here. Mm, well, except for one. I may need to scout your markets. I do not think Neuropteran shield caps grow here, though it can’t hurt to check your forest.”
Garlic swallowed frightfully. “Be careful if you go into the forest. It belongs to the baron and his guards might arrest you if they think you’re poaching his game, logging, or collecting illegal plants. Wait, the ingredient isn’t illegal, is it?”
The Homopteran leaned over the table, elbows out at sharp angles. Her arm-strings glistened in the green chandelier light above. The boys imagined she was glaring, but those huge, round compound eyes never changed. Never showed emotion.
“That’s why I use Shroud potions when I travel. Nobody must see me. I am only allowing you to see me now because I saw you poring over that alchemy book and—well, I was hoping you’d let me take a peek at it if I offered to help you.”

Cookie and Cream from the Good Thyme Inn books. This art was made by Flaremarant. Cookie is a brown-chitin-skinned insect girl. She has compound red eyes, clear membranous wings, curly orange hair, and segmented limbs. Behind her is Cream, a fluffy white cat with four big blue eyes. Cream is equipped with a harness with some ingredients and a lantern with a white light. All around them, there are mushrooms of a variety of colors and shapes. Amanitas, morels, inkcaps, polypores, etc. It's a very colorful and awesome piece.

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Pallro the friendly fire dragon @pallroragon.bsky.social · 16h

Ever wonder what a horror movie looks like from the ghost’s perspective? A demon haunts a murderer in a wax museum.

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Rodario @rodario.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

My snip for the word of today: guard Somewhere halfway chapter 1. Rodario woke in the back of a moving cart and slowly gets revealed what happened to him. #WIPSnips #Writesky

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cassieoakman.bsky.social @cassieoakman.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Tilda and Kat have been translating long-dead Monique's diary, and it has been a painful process. As she leaves to return to England, Kat warns Tilda's father that Tilda will need plenty of support as she come to terms with what they have read. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Trying to avoid his own guard, Sunny gets caught sneaking around Natura palace in the middle of the night by two others #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Summer’s Cruel Warmth, Winter’s Gentle Chill 🌞💂

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Fortunately, the threshold understands that I have no bad intentions and allows my entry. The two GUARDS at the entrance are shooting the breeze, but startle when I walk in. "Hi," I say my voice hushed, despite my sheepish grin. "Just me."

"Your Highness," says the one named Avalanche, their voice a cross between a question and a scolding. Natura uniforms, similar to Summer and Winter in material and cut, differ in a really handy way. They have higher collars, and each has a tag with their name and a symbol revealing their gender. I love it, taking the guesswork out of meeting new people. The GUARDS' protective jackets don't cover the tag, so I can see "Avalanche" and the viola tricolor on theirs. Their friend, Mittens, is trying not to smile as she says, "Go ahead, your Highness. We won't tell."

Only my secret mission has me saying "Thank you!" as quietly as I can. I know their gossip's about to be about me, and I wonder what adventures they're imagining up for me.

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 16h

I accidentally poisoned myself last night and had my work hours cut in half while recovering the effects, got a mammmoth vet bill and bought a lunch that turned out to be inedible... ...but then someone bought my book and now I'm happy again so 🩷 if that was one of you 😉

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Kenneth has had a liiittle too much to drink. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

His own guffaw caught him off-guard, and he wound up snorting some of the wine out of his nose. Oh dear. Perhaps it was time to desist if he was that far gone. He stood and stumbled to a compact wooden desk by the cabin window to replace the bottle. The room did not stop swaying when the hammock did.

“Throw up in here and you’re a dead man,” Jo grumbled. Suddenly she scrambled backward, flapping at something with her shoe. “Oh, get away!”

A well-fed mouse, roughly the shape of a tennis ball, had scampered onto the blanket and was busy cramming its spacious cheeks with the crumbs from their sandwiches. She threw a potato at it, which missed and struck Kenneth on the ankle, nearly causing him to topple in his inebriated state. The mouse scampered to a hole near the foot of the bed, its rounded bottom almost getting stuck. Catching the creature didn’t seem like it would be a difficult task.

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

😰 so tired I mixed up meds and took methotrexate 3 days early instead of biologic. My rbc and neutrophil count was already super low, this is gonna make it so much worse 😭😭😭

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 In most ways, migrating to a culturally similar country is far easier. EXCEPT there will be a million teeny rules and references you'll be expected to know but don't. Here Dr Edwards falls foul of this phenomenon. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

“You asked to be informed when the Selkie returned from Eilbree,” said the barman brightly, before Edwards could place his order. “She put into port half and hour ago.”

“The needles!” cried Edwards. “Why didn’t you knock straight away?”

“Erm… Sardine said you were entertaining someone. We didn’t like to interrupt. Speaking of which,” the man said, leaning over the counter and lowering his voice. “I’ve worked both sides of the Circle Sea and while Midrans won’t bat an eye at two married men, they get a bit funny about unwed couples. Any unwed couples. A little more discretion if you’re not putting a ring on it would be my advice.”

“We didn’t-” Edwards broke off and scowled. It was none of the man’s business, though he seemed to mean well. “Friends can’t share a room then?”

“Only if you’re in a group. It’s not the done thing in pairs unless you’re first-degree relatives. Some inns will boot you out for it.”

“Huh.”

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

September 29th – well T’orrin really did not think this plan through. Nor does he have good answers for these questions. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Slipping inside, T’orrin closed the door quietly behind him. And turned around to find two men in guard uniforms watching him intently. Perhaps he was wrong about his luck.
“Well, well, well,” the first man stepped forward, “we were told to watch for people sneaking out of the city, not in. But this works just as well.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” T’orrin stammered. “We are just cutting through our friends’ house, on our way back from hunting in the woods. We do it all the time. Just ask them.”
“Hunting, eh?” The second man sneered. “Where is your game, then?”
“Not my lucky day.”
“And your weapons?”
“Left them in the woods.”
“And her shoes?” He nodded towards the woman’s bare, bleeding feet.
T’orrin hesitated. He didn’t have an answer for that one. It didn’t really matter anyway, because it was obvious that they weren’t buying his story.
The first guard stepped closer and pushed back the woman’s hood.

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Pallro the friendly fire dragon @pallroragon.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Demons have ability to speak any language

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Under orders of a mind-controlling super, Dr. E knocked BigBad out w/ a microscope Imprisoned Ace has been getting free when he’s sure BB won’t catch him ICYMI: Ace & BB share Evie’s body, & the boys are in a “control room” in her brain #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Master/Puppet 🦹🏼😈

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[BigBad] lies on the floor of the teleporter platform, and the screen is black. Are we dead? Did Dad kill us?

The lights on the console tell me Evie's body's still going. Maybe if she looks like herself, maybe it's enough to stop Dad, the way going from Evie to [BigBad] was enough to stop the Cheetah. But Caleb was so specific for the Cheetah, and Dad knows I'm still in here.

[Big Bad] doesn't move. How long until he comes to? Is he aware now?

It doesn't matter. I have to wake Evie. I undo my bindings and stumble to the console, killing that damn noise.

"Wake up. Evie, this is Ace! I'm telling you to wake up." My fingers stumble over some buttons that I've seen [BigBad] use to give Evie commands. "You have to. Please, wake up, now!"

"WELL, this is new."

My breath catches in my throat, and I don't dare move, much less turn around to face him. "I'm saving us."

"And what an admirable job you're doing, Acey." His voice drips with false sweetness. "Go ahead, let's see what you've got. Then we'll talk about how we're going to deter you from getting loose again."

My hand falls from the console. "Evie," I whisper, "save me."

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #prime -> spring Lara gets a warning from her father - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

"It is your love for him—I see it in your
eyes—that gives me pause. As you say, the war is close to him, perhaps too close, and he is no warrior. He has not even the temperament of a hunter, though
I suspect he kills well and mercifully.
I’ve had a disturbing dream, my daughter,
and I fear he will not return from Gibil the same lad who left the Forest in the spring of young manhood." He stroked his chin. "Observe this fire. See how cheerfully the flames dance, but without soul."

Brother's Keeper
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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

G'morning #WIPSnips! A serious topic of discussion is being held, with the subject being put up for a vote. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

This turned out to not be the case. Irena’s office door opens and both walked out, with Val walking off to the side and giving me a hard look, but allowing Irena to take center stage for all of us waiting, including those that had not been in the woods with us. They looked annoyed in the crowded hallway, and now also tense with expectation.
“Students, I have something to ask you. There have been… strange occurrences here at our little school, as well as some evidence of strangers on the property. I must ask you all, first and foremost since you all chose to be here, even bent the rules and borderline harassment to get in here.” Irena’s eyes to where the sisters were standing against the wall. “In any case, there might be some risk to continuing this year’s fall class. We have two choices: continue on and hope for the best, as in no more incidents, or cancel this class and resume next April, on the spring-“
“NO!” Genevieve’s voice rang out suddenly, cutting off Irena’s speech. The entire room turned to look at her, and she bloomed a bright, glossy red and tried to hide behind Gesa, who stays as cool and calm as always.
“Yes, I fully expect there to be opinions for and against. Which is why I am putting this all to a vote to you, since you’re the ones who could be at risk.”

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mk 🦔 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Prime --> prepare This is directly after another snip I posted a few days ago, when Father Silas punished Rowan for not complying with his orders. From CultWIP first draft. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts

“You were so confident before you left,” Father Silas said, crouching beside him. He offered a hand to Rowan, and tentatively, Rowan took it with his uninjured hand and pulled himself to a sitting position. “What happened?”

Callix happened. He had confused Rowan, addled his brain, said things that he would never believe a Seeker would say. He talked, he insulted, and Rowan, despite his rage, despite everything he had ever been taught, had been a fool, transfixed and hanging on every last word that dripped from the damn viper’s mouth. Hatred burned low in his gut.

“I attacked him, Father,” Rowan said. “I intended to kill him, but my mental fortifications were not as strong as I thought they were. I failed you, and I failed Rekshimyr.”

“You did,” Father Silas said. “You will do well not to underestimate our enemies. We are strong, but so are they. When Rekshimyr ascends, we will surely have our work cut out for us, but we will conquer. We will thrive. That is why I do these things.” He gestured to Rowan’s arm. “I must teach you. I must prepare you. I do not take pleasure in seeing you writhe in pain, but it is what must be done.”

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Kenneth takes Dr Edwards dragon spotting. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

“Thank you for showing me this,” Edwards said. “Especially the dragon. I cannot recall ever having felt so… much about things as I have these past few days. It’s been magical.”

“We were lucky to spot one straight away. Sometimes visitors are stuck waiting for hours,” said Kenneth happily. “But Mack and Pollock say that the first cloudy day after a heatwave is prime time to see them because that’s when the hexshrooms release their spores. Dragons need them to stay airborne. On account of being so big. And heavy. With the metal scales. Um… doctor?”

Edwards had also stepped closer and was smiling at him. His face was flushed from the climb, and his hair and clothes were rumpled. Kenneth’s eyes flickered to his lips.

But this was neither the time nor the place. If the other man rejected him, they would face a very long, awkward descent before they could get away from one another. The sensible thing to do would be to leave the lighthouse, dash back to the Selkie in the rain, lose their coats, which would be soaked by then, and drop hints over dinner.

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vam

“I have been giving your predicament some thought,” Edwards began, speaking rapidly and smoothing down his hair self-consciously as Kenneth sipped his tea, “An idea struck me while I was having a late supper last night and I have been seeking you since dawn: sausages.”

“Sausages?”

“Quite!” the doctor enthused. He pushed his glasses up his steep nose as they made yet another bid for freedom. “It came to me as I was eating one, because sausage meat is stuffed into animal intestines, you see? We need to produce a blood sausage! Your fangs would be able to penetrate it easily, and the casing would delay clotting by minimising exposure to air!”

Kenneth was glad that Jo was out of hearing range. She’d had enough to say about sucking on sausages for one day, and he didn’t want the doctor frightened off. Loaded with unintended innuendo though his suggestion may be, it did sound plausible. Of course, if it worked, there was the small matter of finding a reliable pool of donors for the rest of his life, but one problem at a time.

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

September 26th – observe Av’ry often wishes his life was less interesting. He hangs around with a bad crowd for that. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“What happens now?” he asked.
“We will make contact with the acolytes. We will inform them of your arrival, then send for you.”
“Couldn’t we go with you?”
“I would advise against it. Unlike our people, they are very hostile to outsiders.”
Av’ry stifled a laugh. They both flipped up the golden hoods on their cloaks and began to climb. Fox sighed and sat down on a rock, settling in for a long wait.
“Well, it looks like this is going to get interesting,” Mikiva observed.
“It wasn’t interesting already?” Av’ry laughed. “I would hate to see what you call exciting.”
“You’ve seen it, and you did hate it,” she replied.
Av’ry thought back to the fight with the demon and shuddered. “Well, let’s hope today doesn’t get that interesting.”
“Let’s hope nothing does again,” Fox agreed.
“What do you think we’ll find up there?” Mikiva squinted up at the mountain through the setting sun.

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #observe Drisal is coming apart. This from the scene preceding yesterday’s snip. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

He could say it. This failure was his father's
failure: his failure to accept the truth, his fear. *You're a coward.* The need bubbled within him, a geyser ready to erupt. The confrontation. *It has to be.*

In the frigid stillness, no one dared speak.
Drisal rubbed his fingers against his sweating palm. Lord Shelwon shuddered as if throwing off a nightmare, and stepped up. "What is the matter?" He looked from one of their drawn faces to the other. Lord Deran fingered the rock in his hand. "Why," Lord Shelwon OBSERVED, "that stone is dead. What
happened?"

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

G'morning #WIPSnips! Milly running into two of the students showing each other things, then ducking behind a corner to have a crisis when she sees something she believes can't exist. #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky

“It is, but I have to be careful with it,” Christine comments and the red light flickers out. “Now you said you’d show me yours?”
“I did indeed! Observe!” Ari says, followed by several heartbeats of silence, then a gasp, a guttural growl of disgust and then a very loud slap.
“Pig! I should have known!” Christine thunders and storms away, thankfully in the other direction towards the girl half.
“Wait, I was only joking!” Ari says and follows her, leaving me alone with my confused jumble of thoughts. I haven’t really taken in what’s been said since that flame, and my mind is waging a war trying to explain away what just couldn’t be possible.
It must have been some sort of lighter. Right? But I didn’t see one? Oh, Christine is from Vegas, right? That must have been some sort of magician trick, like what I’ve seen online before with flash paper sort of thing! She probably learned it there and made something similar! That’s really impressive for a teenager! But she didn’t say anything about magician tricks and stuff? Well, no one here has talked much about their lives yet, at least to me, so I wouldn’t really know, now would I? But I should probably talk to her about doing anything fire related inside the manor. Although she did seem reluctant to use the trick inside if it wasn’t for Ari insisting, the tall little troublemaker!

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Mike Struan @mikestruan.com · 26/09/2026

This #WIPSnips is more or less a direct prequel to the one two days ago! What a less-than-pleasant troll! #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteSky

He dropped into the water with such force that he created a wave so big it rolled right over Kraghtol’s head. Dagna gave a surprised squeak and lost her grip. Kraghtol reacted quickly and fished her out of the deeper pool immediately, but she still spat out sulfur water as if she had nearly drowned.
The troll newcomer had observed the whole thing from his position on the other side of the basin, and slowly, his mouth split into a grin.

“Careful. Trollheim is a dangerous place for people as short as you. You don’t want to get run over by a troll, do you?”

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mk 🦔 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Observe --> watch TW for mention of animal sacrifice, self-mutilation, and scars From the first draft of CultWIP. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky

“I always imagined Rekshimyr’s rituals involved lots of animal slaughter and blood and entrails,” the Seeker said as he picked up one of the berries to examine it. After a moment, he decided it was safe, then popped it into his mouth. “That’s what he likes, isn’t it? For you to spill your blood for him?”

“Never unnecessarily,” Rowan replied. The Seeker's gaze fell to his mouth again then back up to meet his eyes, so quick Rowan might have missed it if he hadn't already been watching him so intently. The scars on his face had never been something he'd been insecure about before; they were proof of his resilience, proof of his determination to persist, to bend but never break. They were proof of his devotion to his god's plans and how he fit into them. But each time the Seeker focused on them, something squirmed in his gut that he was absolutely certain he should not be feeling. Shame. Humiliation. A desire to hide. He just doesn't understand, he told himself.

So show him, something else whispered within him. Let him see there is beauty in pain.

“I wouldn't expect you to get it, Seeker,” Rowan said.

“I told you my name is Callix,” the Seeker said. “And you never told me yours.”

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Rodario @rodario.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

My snip for the word of today: Observe (watch) Kiradeii struggles with her hyper active dragon and separating their thoughts and senses from her own #WIPSnips #Writesky

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Oona tries to figure out how her sister has money. Turns out Johee had a side business secretly fixing electronics Then, Oona answers another mystery What's a kunit? Just assume it's cat-like #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Stars, Sparkling Like Snow👩‍🔧💊

Black text, green background, "observed" highlighted pink

I try to picture anybody on the ship hiding a pet, much less an electronic one. It's as hard to swallow as the assortment of food Johee's ordering for us is going to be. "You made that up."

"Nuh uh. It's pure truth."

"Who has an android kunit?"

Johee's lips twist into a smirk. "Lieutenant Evu."

It takes a bit to figure out exactly who that is. "In the pharmacy?"

"How do you think I got the right hormones?" Her face shines with
triumph. I'm not sure if it's at the feat of shocking me or from beating the system.

Three years ago, I started the hormone treatment all Hanarans in
their teens are subject to. It calmed my moods and regulated my cycle, and I found that the boys that had started to attract me no longer did.
When Johee started the treatment, I was surprised to find the effects very different. I OBSERVED other boys our age, but most were like me, uninterested in romance. When Johee flirted with them, they didn't show interest, simply embarrassment. Nobody on the ship flirted like Johee, at least none of the teens.

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Kenneth explains how he came to be infected and how Midran laws differ to those of Eilbree. The conversation leaves Dr Edwards with plenty to mull over. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

“Why not kick him off sooner? Didn’t you suspect something was off when he made a lunge at your neck?”

“He was kissing my neck,” the vampire replied, a hint of defiance creeping into his voice.

“Is that…” Dr Edwards swallowed. “That’s something you wanted him to be doing?”

“What are you going to do? Report me?” Dolpuc scoffed. “You know young Mack has a cousin, a male cousin, who is married to the Duke of Stonegard? They just dropped it into conversation over dinner while they were talking about some trade deal they cut on their last trip to Eilbree. Might as well have been remarking on the weather. I’d have moved here years ago if I’d have known.”

“Lots of people do,” observed Edwards. The vampire looked at him questioningly with bloodshot eyes so he elaborated; “I’ve sometimes had to get patients out of Eilbree in a hurry.”

“And now you’re trying to bring one back.”

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

I don't wanna take my methotrexate. 😭 It literally does nothing but make me ill. At the same time disobeying my doctors feels like a crime.

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Mornin' #WIPSnips! Milly and Irena apparently discussing state secrets here, although Milly has no clue as to why. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“My Seahorse! I just got her serviced and detailed, almost good as new!”
“Seahorse?” I ask, half amused by the name. I see her face cloud over with sudden confusion, tension and regret as if she’s just given away some grand state secret, but it quickly passes and she laughs. “Yes! Like the sea creatures! I love the name, don’t you?”
“They’re fine I guess,” I respond, puzzled at her reaction. “Where are we going?”
“To town to pick up the journals, like I said.” She opens the drivers side door, and I go for the passenger side door. The interior is immaculate, just like the outside.
“Sure. Alright. But I have to tell you I don’t think I can give up my phone for this month,” I tell her directly, and it’s mostly the truth. I’m still waiting on that internal investigation and disciplinary review after all.
“And why is that?” Irena asks as the truck roars to life and she pulls out into the open air. I see a path made of two tire track laid into the lawn running down the right side of the manor, leading to the front.
“Well, like I said I’m kinda out of a job, but not technically as of this moment. I’m on administrative leave while they investigate, which might take all month if Jessica has any say in it. She’ll be doing her best to get my yeeted out onto the street, I know that much!”

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Symon Pude 🫜 - Master Watch is out! @symon-pude.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

As many others, I substitute country From fusion punk buddy cop. #WIPSnips #WriteSky

The woman straightened again. “Under whose jurisdiction is this proof of identity performed?”
“Under that of the New York police department,” Verinez said and showed the badge on her belt.
Aerina squinted, deep in thought, then she widened her eyes. “Oh, you're guards. Then of course I will oblige.” She put her hand in the side pocket of her jacket and pulled out a small paper book, which she handed to Jerry. “As you can see, everything is in order. I would just need to get to the consulate, and then everything is cleared up, and I may be transferred back to my country.”
Jerry took the passport and opened it. It showed Aerina in an analogue photo next to a transparent window. The data below was typed by a typewriter. Her date of birth was given as 1997-05-32. There was an engraved emblem with an eagle on the right side of the passport, with the letters EASU on its body.

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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

#WIPSnips 25. "Nation" Where is this from? Who's the POV? No clue. But I like the idea of a short story or flashback chapter showing the beginning of the Union Council. #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

“Let us all give a vigorous welcome to the leaders of the Great Nations!”

Cheers, howls, roars, screeches, whistles, and clicks trembled through the Union Hall as the first of the dignitaries stepped through the curtains and into the light: Sakhḁrlan Shao and Imarrud zy'rsa Tyrzen, kahn and kahn-rum of the Tokanno̊r Empire of Åsksüll. The famed dragoneir wore a sleeveless, calf-length robe of a medium-tone, greyish-blue adorned with wavy and circular patterns in yellow brocade that complemented his brown and orange scales and mane. The Nether-Touched was dressed in a nearly identical garment but for the brighter colour and more tempestuous motifs, and on her feet she wore boots just as ornate.

Following close behind, Empress Sindel and Emperor Gherǒd of the Suêòng Dynasty in Edenia made their entrance. If coming behind her adversary afflicted her, the empress disguised it with the perfection one had come to expect from her, no flaw to be found in her courteous smile or gracious steps, under which lively flowers bloomed even though, far from their land, both rulers wore delicate shoes that continued the leaf-like decorations on their ankle-length split skirts.

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Eliwood S(pooky) Ghost @eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Happy #WIPSnips 25 - (Hiber)nation! I don't have any nation by itself 😅 at least in this snip, Edie is heading into a nation of sorts 👀

The air thrummed with power. In the summer, the woods were alive with insects and birds and growing plants, and the vibrancy was palpable. Now, the trees were halfway to hibernation, but she could still feel the buzz of latent energy all around. Edie almost expected the trees to burst into bloom, but the birches just kept watch with their scarred eyes.
Eyes that now followed them.

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

September 25th – nations Nik has some bad news for the rebels about the queen they are trying to oppose. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Do you know why they would use so few, to guard such important documents?”
“They are trying to appear unimportant, so that they won’t be targeted.,” K’allon replied. “Too many guards let the local bandits know that they are worth robbing. And Ceriza is stretched thin. She has been expanding her territory too quickly and doesn’t have many people left behind to protect what remains.”
“I think you misunderstand something, spymaster. I know Ceriza.” Nik shook her head slightly at that. “She is arrogant, ambitious, and callous, but she isn’t stupid. She can afford to spread herself thin, at least by the numbers, because she has power. Surely you have noticed that she commands an unusually high number of mages?”
“Well, yes. We assume that she recruited them from her conquered nations.”
“Well then, it seems I get the honor of telling you her biggest secret.” Nik leaned in conspiratorially. “All that power she takes, from the people that she Binds? It doesn’t just go to her.”
“What?” She had his attention now, and for the first time, he fully turned to face her. “Are you saying that she can create mages? That can’t be possible.”

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip! I got your indication right here! Something BMW drivers will never understand. #writesky #writingprompts #writingcommunity

“Oh, crap, you had this all along?” I ask, examining the screen over her shoulder. It shows a detailed layout of the manor, with a host of little dots and bars over several parts of it.
“Yes,” Irena answers and grimaces with distaste. “I was advised to install it a handful of years ago for a reason that never materialised. I’ve been contemplating having it removed. I don’t like having it around, it’s too much like a prison for my tastes, but part of this system is used for securing the first floor from intrusion, including metal screens over the windows. That includes the basement. We can use this for nighttime, plus there are hidden cameras outside. If someth- someone attempts anything overnight, they’ll be faced with a fortress.”
“We got Fort Knox up our sleeves this whole time?”
“Yes, and I hated it. Installing this system harmed the soul of my home, and removing it would have harmed it even more. In any case, we need to call the students and explain to them the changes that are needed from this day forward. I am not relishing the change in atmosphere this will bring.” Irena turns around and heads to the landing with what I assume is the intent to call the students below’s attention, while the wood panel slides closed behind her again, showing no indication that anything was even there a moment before.

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